Your weight is the same that it has been for 10 years, but suddenly you need the next size up in pants!?
Stuff shifts, people. There are worse things in life for sure, but it’s a bummer.
If you read my previous post, I’m protesting the next size up by exercising. I’m also not spending more money to have a separate closet of bigger pants. I’m fighting the good fight. Well…1/2 way. I’ll exercise as much as possible, but I’m still eating ice cream. There are too few pleasures as we age and I’m not giving up dessert or my chocolate intake :).
It officially takes 3x as much effort for me to maintain — hoping for a 50-something body to tighten and tone requires far more time than I have this week.
Welcome to Middle-Age!
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